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i fucking hate the login feature on lj so much. jsut fucking stay logged on! it never permanently signs on for me. i just wrote like 5 paragraphs on last night and now it's gone. damnit.
anyway, last night was Fast Eddie's partay. a drinking fest, really, but the boys and i were clean. oooo! no! kevin had a sip of a wine cooler thing! no driving home for him!
there was this girl pretending to be drunk, it was funny. she was probably a little bit tipsy, but not too bad. "oh. my. god. i have to home at 10 and i have to be sober. oh my god trust me man, im not normally like this."
at some point during the night, i started feeling a little dizzy. it got to the point where people started asking me if i was fucked up. no weed, and all i had was coke to drink. i was sitting next to Mauricio, and he caught me looking at this fan that was weird, it had a fish hook hanging from it. i told him i felt messed up, even though i hadn't drank anything.
"Maybe someone *snicker* spiked your drink, man."
mother fucker.
i didn't taste anything in it though, if he put in anything at all. anyway, Jumbo dropped me at home at 11 or so because i had work at 6 the next morning. I took out my contacts (whoa. ouchies.) and i went to the computer. I started sweating, even though it was freezing in the room and it felt like my toungue was slowly sliding backwards into the back of my throat. i couldn't read anything people were iming me with, so i just went to bed. I fell asleep like right away, even though every night this week I've taken at least until 2 to go.
tonight, just for a change of pace, we're probably going to sunset.
"woo fucking hoo."
anyway, last night was Fast Eddie's partay. a drinking fest, really, but the boys and i were clean. oooo! no! kevin had a sip of a wine cooler thing! no driving home for him!
there was this girl pretending to be drunk, it was funny. she was probably a little bit tipsy, but not too bad. "oh. my. god. i have to home at 10 and i have to be sober. oh my god trust me man, im not normally like this."
at some point during the night, i started feeling a little dizzy. it got to the point where people started asking me if i was fucked up. no weed, and all i had was coke to drink. i was sitting next to Mauricio, and he caught me looking at this fan that was weird, it had a fish hook hanging from it. i told him i felt messed up, even though i hadn't drank anything.
"Maybe someone *snicker* spiked your drink, man."
mother fucker.
i didn't taste anything in it though, if he put in anything at all. anyway, Jumbo dropped me at home at 11 or so because i had work at 6 the next morning. I took out my contacts (whoa. ouchies.) and i went to the computer. I started sweating, even though it was freezing in the room and it felt like my toungue was slowly sliding backwards into the back of my throat. i couldn't read anything people were iming me with, so i just went to bed. I fell asleep like right away, even though every night this week I've taken at least until 2 to go.
tonight, just for a change of pace, we're probably going to sunset.
"woo fucking hoo."